There's so many similarities in the difference of everything, be that as of circumstances or influence by surroundings (internal or external) whether that be within one's control or just the luck of the draw. I came face to face with bewildering astonishment when I walked past a peculiar mirror on the side of the road dead at night, abandoned. What I am about to pen just might surprise you as it did me when I stumbled across this oblong frame. It was different in ways inexcusable but one, one unexpected conundrum made clear upon approach, that was the reflection itself, flowing internally by distance in the motion closing in it with I. Marvelous upon sight and sensitive to the touch, my hand seeped through what felt like an airless, wetless bubble and I tried to retract my hand. I did, but my reflection, as it smiled, grabbed my wrist and sprawled me through.

Into the multiverse we go, different colors sporadically blow in a perpetual freefall what feels like forever outside our globe.
A sudden stop— motionless in proportions unbeknownst logic in this contortion blurred reality as I see it sprung to life from an explosion.
There goes life as I know it, faster than locomotives, another perception achieved through the eyes of another poet
Who lived life by a creed and no one ever noticed, his extremities exceeds my reads and my ability to ever quote it.
What I believed to be a dream never gave the slightest notion to exhume these untold stories experienced in one propulsion.

He looked just like me, but in ways unlike my physical attributes. Our main figure showed our key difference at a second glance. I couldn't speak, neither could he, or shall I say we? You see it was (could have) but again wasn't me and what looks to be only encumbered me what seems to lead this version of me never seized opportunities to enhance his physicality. Within the little time we studied each other, another me appeared, then another, and another. All versions collided together at once, all being the same in many and completely different in one, plenty, some, but never none. My uneasiness in this monotony transmogrified into wonder as an awe unfurled my curiosity to extremes to which held me transfixed to ascertain in a perceptible inclination our imaginations will now endure. One me conceives light as some sort of disease while another perceives life as some kind of dream, I've even seen one who sees green as yellow and our yellow as green.

I found myself unwilling to look away from this overwhelming apprehension that hurriedly fastened my attention enshrouded my basic needs to live life as I dreamt it, to live life as I as intended, indefinite infirmity in age could have prevent it with opportunities unperceived– unrelieved in these dimensions. One traveled the seven seas where the air was thick and stagnant. I viewed behind the taffrail and laughed at raging tempest. I wouldn't believe myself nor would I have expected to live life amongst the breeze and free to be connected to every fiber in everything and the strings of its essence. To be one who stands at ease in a solemn face expression forbad on solid dust— to dusk at attention. Much I marveled between the scenes in the course they projected unbelieved to be redeemed conceived through a reflection.

At the very pinnacle of this fantastic dark paradoxical hour deepen in the very perplexity that is, or intended to be, nothing, and yet everything conveyord in the limited advance of time my lives occupy, from what it may seem has means to be revealed. More of me spawned accordingly with their lives along and aligned with each other until every remarkable prominence stretched profusely from views of my sight unsuggested and unheeded dispositions I myself felt irreclaimable to say the least, these regions of reality expanded further than eyes could see. Some bigger than others with corresponding sub-universes molded apart by one decision, one glimpse, one step, one action, to one breath. The biggest one, in totality, enveloped around my own sense of simple humanity, writes my current imprisonment as some sort of short/poem documented from my thoughts relayed from what I see. Maybe by another, I am aware, and indefinitely adrift to what is, and may certainly be, the forever expanse collision, through supervision, calculated in versions of thine eyes are irrefutably define an immersion of one mind, that being yours yet also mine. Allow one to refine a redefining moment via magnificent omnition by means of rhymes; though all of us here together still makes us one of a kind;

Faintly I had heard a beating
There I stood focus in meeting
Latent cadence fading maiden aging in the Fort of Moore.
Blinkless perfumed eyes uncensored
Spellbounded enchanted gesture
Blissful are those lips I never thought I ever feel for sure.
In those days I felt unmasking
Frequently intent on asking
“What are those intoxicating basins in those eyes of yours?”
On this battle hoping—fearing
That I may survive this nearing
Approaching death in means to follow entrance scene of blood and gore.
Unfold untold stories behold
Blinkless age vail out of control
Wakeless days and sleepless nights, the very thing to strife towards.
There she stood controlled and mannered
Caring, loving, thick, and pampered
Nameless her as I engander was egged on—this I implore.
Swaying of those hips compelled thee
Mirrored me in sightfull envy
Me was she and she was I in this dimension I explored.
Went and goes for few to many
Tug and pull the stage of every
Source of life both left and right and oh dear reader so much more.
She so waned me to explain we
"Hold thy pen" and more than plainly
Express through heart—“point at the stars, uncharted worlds we all contort.”

I looked up to catch sight of a strobing shimmer that of a palpable singularity chained by the oncoming onslaught of realms bound by ears of the viewer which, at some length, varies pending on the elapsing enigma that maybe (a portion) connected to the unceasing universe that so horribly pulls me with such a supposititious force I myself find tantalizing upon elaboration. Like a pull, it absorbed everything in mass abundance and with the multiversal realities, I was pulled with them. To what I can expound—evident to this daunting dissolution, it is imperative you know this, by words alone faintly had they resemble utteration in small luster—shuddered thrillingly by the demanding pool of gravity that violently taken all by storm. What followed was again, in some form or another, a perpetual free fall which hindered no embarkation to the looming presence I felt after prompting my eyes shut to shield myself from what seems like the dawn of existence. To my surprise I was greeted by the welcoming harmony of crickets and humming hymns of winds. I opened my eyes to the same but unfamiliar reflection that impeded my preemptive departure, and with his iconic unnerving smile (which did not reflect my countenance) gestured his leave and walked off without a trace. I, in turn, mimicked his gesture and left all the same.

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